One person above Qing Huang Ting

Chapter 957 At the Summit of Mount Hua, Erlang Builds His Mansion
"Hey, Xiao Bao, why aren't you saying anything? Have you had too much to drink?"

The older sister had been standing on a stool, talking non-stop, but without the feedback of her only supportive audience, the atmosphere became a bit dry. She couldn't help but stop, hiccuping as she leaned close to Feng Baobao's face, looking at Feng Baobao with her eyes closed.

Feng Baobao's mind wandered to the celestial realm, and her body naturally lost control, so she could no longer support her elder sister.

Zhang Chulan snapped out of his reverie, immediately raised his wine glass, and reached out to block his sister and Feng Baobao, covering for Feng Baobao:
“Sister Bao’er is drunk. Come, come, let me drink with you.”

The older sister smacked her lips, still savoring the moment: "Sigh~, Xiao Bao seems like he can hold his liquor, but he got drunk so quickly, what a pity."

Aside from Mosquito Little Red, this was the first time Sister had met someone she clicked with so well and who was willing to listen to her talk. She hadn't even finished talking yet.

"Little Chu Lan, let's continue drinking!"

However, being a carefree person, since Zhang Chulan was willing to drink with her, she happily changed direction and started drinking with him.

After just two rounds of drinks, Feng Baobao had already opened her eyes.

Seeking only the answer, with no lingering attachments.

When she opened her eyes, her older sister had already been drunk under the influence of Zhang Chulan, and was sitting there hugging a stool, grinning foolishly.

Zhang Chulan's cultivation is now so advanced that he is no longer the same person he was before.

Seeing Feng Baobao wake up, Zhang Chulan touched his face, and the flush on his face disappeared, instantly making him look radiant.

"Sister Bao'er, how is it? Does the Heavenly Venerable know Erlang Shen's origins? What is Erlang Shen's divine status like?"

Feng Baobao shook her head: "I don't know. The white-bearded celestial being only told me that Erlang Shen came from outside the heavens."

Zhang Chulan put down his wine glass and exhaled a breath of stale air: "From beyond the heavens, there's nothing we can do about it."

"Fortunately, this Erlang Shen knows Hu Xiuwu, which is a small consolation."

We can only trust the Emperor's judgment and believe that he won't let bad people in.

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The three peaks stand tall and imposing, as if about to collapse; the emerald cliffs and crimson valleys rise high and majestic.

The Yellow River, stretching ten thousand miles, touches the mountains and stirs, its swirling eddies like thunder in the Qin land.

The glory and aura are colorful, and the sage is present once every thousand years.

The giant roared and split the two mountains, and the surging waves shot into the East Sea.

"The world has changed, and people have changed, but Mount Hua remains exactly the same."

Climb to the summit of Mount Hua and look down at the misty sea of ​​clouds.

Erlang Shen Yang Jian stands on a precipice, holding a folding fan, his hands behind his back. The fan sways, and the jade pendant dangles.

The Third Holy Mother Yang Chan did not experience the great battle against the Heavenly Court, nor did she have the same sentiments as Erlang Shen Yang Jian. She was simply happy to return to her hometown, where things had changed but people were different. The scenery was still the same familiar scenery, the mountains were still the same mountains, and the water was still the same water.

There are just too many people on this mountain.

Even though the Third Holy Mother is kind and loves humans, she can't stand the endless stream of people coming and going in front of her house.

Even the most cat lovers would rarely keep dozens or hundreds of cats at home.

Erlang Shen Yang Jian said calmly, "When the time comes, someone will help us. We don't need to worry about it."

"Stay away, I'm about to cast a spell."

Yang Chan stepped back and found a shady spot that looked good. She brushed the dust off with her sleeve, put her slender legs together, pressed her jade-like hands against the hem of her dress, and sat gracefully on the thick tree root.

As the Third Holy Mother retreated, Erlang Shen Yang Jian immediately revealed his Dharma form. Divine light shot out from his third eye, and his silver armor shimmered with heavenly light. Amidst the flowing light and the sound of dragon roars, his folding fan split into three heads and two blades, the silver blades rippling and the cold edge gleaming.

The celestial hound at my feet howled at the sky, its roar shaking the heavens and earth. The sound waves left their mark in the misty sea of ​​clouds, forcing back all the white clouds for ten miles, revealing the clear blue sky.

Above the sky and below the mountain, the god is in the center, holding his divine spear horizontally, the white blade splitting open a pitch-black plane, separating the two colors of heaven and earth.

Between heaven and earth, another door has opened.

Erlang Shen Yang Jian created a new grotto-heaven atop the summit of Mount Hua.

Although Yang Jian said he wanted to settle down on Mount Hua with his sister, he did not say that he wanted to stay on Mount Hua and compete with mortals for territory.

He naturally intended to use Mount Hua as his base to create a secluded paradise, a place to escape the hustle and bustle of the world while still remaining connected to human life.

Yang Jian couldn't be like the Buddha, who could create three thousand Buddhist kingdoms. Hu Xiuwu was able to perfectly replicate the ancestral temple of the Three Islands, Huaguo Mountain, which was comparable in scale to the thirty-six heavens of the Heavenly Court.

However, for Yang Jian, creating a grotto-heaven spanning ten or a hundred miles, encompassing a landscape and a city, was naturally a piece of cake.

Even the Reincarnation Sect of yesteryear, with the remains of the Serpent God, could create the peculiar cave heaven of Evil Luo Sea City, which cycles endlessly every day; Erlang Shen Yang Jian could certainly do the same.

Erlang Shen used his three-pointed double-edged spear to cleave through space, and his divine eye peered into the desolate and empty space that had been created.

A desolate and empty void, a chaotic void. Though there were still divisions of up, down, north, and south, there was no barren land, no empty sky, no undulations on the ground, not even soil, and no clouds or light in the sky.

This newly discovered cave still needs further decoration and renovation.

Yang Jian reached into the brocade pouch at his waist and pulled out a silver slingshot carved with plum blossoms.

This slingshot is shaped like a hunting bow, with plum blossoms braving the cold carved on its body, and the Guanjiang River watercourse engraved from the center to the two wings of the bow.

It looks like a bow and arrow, but it is actually a slingshot.

The bowstring of a hunting bow is stiff, and the power of the arrow comes from the deformation of the bow body, while the slingshot's bowstring is elastic, and the power of the arrow comes from the elasticity of the bowstring.

Yang Jian raised his hand and drew the bow. The bow remained still, and the bowstring stretched into a straight line. In the dragon-skin bullet pouch, instead of his usual golden bullets, were colorful pellets.

The bullet shot out, piercing straight into space, leaving a colorful trail in the dark and chaotic environment.

The bullet gradually melted in the air, dissipating before even hitting the edge of space.

Ashes rubbed off in the air drifted down and floated into colorful aurora.

Boom! Boom!
The colorful aurora collided with each other, without any light and floating brilliance. Instead, it was like thunder clashing, with lightning flashing and thunder roaring in an instant. The collision of the flowing light created thousands of miles of leaden clouds and black rivers.

When thunder awakens the insects, spring rain falls, bringing blessings to all living beings. But where the thunder roars, the rain may turn into hail or snow.

The five colors represent the five elements, and the five-colored bullet represents the power of the five elements.

The five elements of spiritual energy surged in the air, evolving into the myriad phenomena of the Eight Trigrams.

After the spring rains, the summer winds roll on, carrying the essence of earth and wood. They swirl and gather into dust and ash, rising with the wind, falling to the ground and becoming soil. In the rain, they condense and accumulate into mountains.

Within the grotto, there are undulating hills and mountains, like a dragon lying in wait.

The rainwater that hit the ground gathered in the lower areas and became the ever-flowing river in the cave.

Yang Jian took out another golden pill from the landscape brocade pouch, bent down, nocked a bow, and shot it into the air.

Golden threads pierce the sky, and the golden crow cries.

Then light appeared in the cave!